//------------------------------// // Sweetie Drops....you made a big mistake // Story: What? She didn't love me! // by Sleepy_meep_92 //------------------------------// Lyra jolted out of bed. She was red in the eyes and hated it, she tossed and looked around where she was. There it was. The box that had the gift. It wasn't a dream. She'd forgotten last night. She stared at the empty box angrily and threw it across the bed. So, I cried myself to sleep after last night, as well as BonBon might've left on behalf of my reaction to her words because on occasions I'm good for tantrums... Lyra stood up and walked towards her coffee table, where a note laid on it's back, saying 'For Lyra Heartstrings'. "I'm sorry, I don't like you...that much. I hope you understand." The words still rung in her ear like a broken record, waiting for itself and sound to be obliterated. All the while though, her anger at this point was replaced with revenge. She spent all of her life trying to get her to be her future marefriend, all for it to be wasted because she doesn't feel the same. What a awful shame. But now....she has something better in mind for the punishment of behalf of this. If she can't have her. No. One. Can. The sun shone brightly outside, making ponies wear sunglasses and such. Making Unicorns use fans to dry their hair and Pegasus to bring clouds to make it less hot. Lyra walked around the deserted climate, searching for her only-target BonBon. It seemed unlucky at first, but she spotted her in the most unlikely place talking with Rarity. Busy with family issues and life, huh? She scoffed as she turned herself invisible, to closely hear of the conversation. She couldn't hear much, but she heard enough. "So...I wanted to thank you, for keeping the dress, I love it, it's so lovely." "No problem darling, just remember you can come visit anytime you need to." "Thank you, Rarity." The rest she couldn't make up of, because her spell was wearing off. So she scurried to the farthest bush, but close enough to see them, at least. She turned back to her house and scuffed her hooves on the way there, but when she reached for the door. She had a thought. A terrible thought. The thought made her smirk. What if she had no other friends? Family? Then she would only have me. Only ME. She stared back at her love. Then at her house. Her eyes drew narrow. She knows what she must do. In the middle of the night for Ponyville, you can hear a pin drop. And a few whispers coming from insomniac-tic ponies. She crept toward the front door, and made her escape. It didn't last for very long, her carrying her friend back to her house, it most likely took 6 hours, Lyra wasn't keeping count. She lifted up the mare with her horn, and with effort, plunged her onto the couch, making the pony jump up in shock of the situation. "What?! Lyra what in Equestria are you doi-" She was shut up with a hoof to her face. BonBon pushed the hoof away and looked at her friend in a very concerned way. Lyra just stared. Then she pushed a sly, psychopathic smile. That is what scared the mare. She took a few slides away from her on the couch, oddly shivering. "What's the matter, BonBon? It's just me!" She promptly laughed as if she'd won a prize. And stared back at her crush. She leaned for a kiss, but had a pillow shoved in her face. "What's wrong with you?!" She said, now on the floor as she fumbled off the couch. "You cant just ponynap me and then try to kiss me! Didn't I already tell you?! What does it take to get it through your non-existent-brain!" Lyra halted to a stop at those words. It didn't hurt her, but what did was the words that meant she didn't love her. She hated those words. So she needed to shut them up. Perhaps stitch. In a matter of seconds, Lyra angrily lifted the mare and thrusted her against a wall. BonBon, coughing blood and tears up, tried to reach for the doorknob, but at that time, a knife was thrown into her hoof. She almost screamed if it wasn't for the patchwork, Lyra had halfway stitched her mouth shut before she could even utter a small help "Since I assumed you had the time to try and run, I presumed to get rid of a certain somebody before they could save you." Sure enough, BonBon had turned to the window, and in the glimpse of it you could see the window of the Boutique, in which had a mare with a dark purple mane. Hanging. Added with a knife through the neck. BonBon looked terrified at the picture she saw. But even so, she still needed to find help. She punched lyra in the face, giving her enough time to find at least somewhere. Since the door was locked, she tried the windows, but they were locked, too. And she couldn't reach upwards with her acing hoof. as another knife was thrown onto her lower right leg, she began to lose blood. Dried blood where her knife in her hoof was, scared to pull it out, and now a knife on her leg. Not to mention her mouth will surely add to the suffering. Lyra walked through the room she was in, happily lifting her knife to her horn to scrape the blood onto it. She had found her love, and continued to stab and torture her, her screaming was delightful, and she didn't mind ponies from the outside yelling and shouting at her. It was fun for her, watching her lover bleed to death. Until her last breath. That was when she decided to peel her skin off. She used a knife for that. "Is she in there?!" "The psycho should be." "They said she was In there." There was a loud bang, then the door busted open, three police officers started to search the house, the two colt-ponies finding blood traces, and gathering evidence. The third one, the only unicorn, busted door down that had a shield around it. And he had found the culprit, covered in blood and ripped parts of her victim. "FREEZE!" He held a tazer to her face. She stood there, highly confused. "What? She didn't love me!"